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Krista's alarm went off as 6:30 am, and she slowly started to wake up. As she did every morning, she reached down under the covers to feel her diaper, which was again wet. Even at 22 years old, Krista was never able to stop wetting the bed. College could have been a rough experience for her, but thankfully, she found her roommate Tina. Tina also wet the bed and had some daytime incontinence issues, so they always did their best to keep each others secrets and help each other out when they could. Krista was thankful though that she didn't have daytime accidents like Tina did though, and always felt bad that her roommate and best friend had to wear an adult diaper while in college. Krista considered herself lucky that she could dress how she wanted, and today she wanted to dress to impress. It was Krista's first day as a teaching assistant in her meteorology class. As a senior, She helped out her professor with lectures and grading assignments for less advanced classes. Krista was still a student though, and as a single college girl, wanted to look good. After her shower Krista put on a white bodysuit that snapped at the crotch. She then yanked up a pair of skin-tight khaki pants over it. The pants were double breasted, with two rows of buttons and went up to her belly button. The shape accented her hips, and her toned round butt looked incredible in them. She wasn't overweight by any means, but definitely had curves. She didn't just have an incredibly body either. Krista had feminine face, olive skin and beautiful bright green eyes. Her dark brown, slightly wavy hair went just past her shoulders, accenting her perfectly symmetrical face. Krista took a look at herself in the mirror. She felt she looked classy, professional and incredibly sexy with her short sleeve white shirt tucked into her skin tight double breasted tan pants. She looked at the clock, it was already 7:15, and still had to grab a coffee and walk from her on-campus apartment to her class that started in just 15 minutes. Krista got to the room with just 2 minutes to spare before class, which for a teaching assistant was already late. She walked into the room. It was essentially a computer lab, with a big projctor screen in front, 3 rows of computers, all of which had students standing up and working. There was a computer in the back of the room as well, which also had the user stand up. The professor, Sam Marshfield was really chill though and didn't make a big deal of Krista being late. He said cheerily to Krista "oh there you are, I was starting to worry you weren't going to show?" he said jokingly. Krista thought the professor was definitely cute, at 6'1 with short brown hair, a muscular frame, and wearing a simple white button down shirt tucked into his dark blue pants. Krista smiled back at Sam "I wouldn't miss my first day for the world." she said. Krista started to feel some pressure in her bladder though, and was a little embarrassed to ask Sam "Hey, I actually think I could use a trip to the restroom before class though, do you think there is time?" Sam felt a little bad, but had to tell Krista "ooh, I'm sorry, I actually could use your help setting up the program before class. As we talked about earlier, if you could demonstrate how the program works from the computer back there while I talk about it that would be great. I can get the tutorial out of the way in about 30 minutes though, then we'll give the students some time to work through a couple of sample forecasts, and then we can tag team getting everyone up to speed on it the rest of the class? Krista didn't want to be a problem on her first day and just said "sure thing." But she wished she could visit the bathroom, thinking it will be a long 30 minutes before the hands-on portion of the 3 hour class. Krista was busy setting up the meteorology forecast program in the back. She was standing with her legs crossed, feeling the pressure in her bladder, as students started filing in. After about 10 students came in, Krista's heart dropped as she saw one girl walk in, Morgan. Morgan was one year younger than Krista and went to her high school. High school was rough for Krista, it was outed that she was a bedwetter, and had two different wetting accidents in class. She was definitely teased in those days, and hoped to put that all behind her in college. She hadn't talked to Morgan since high school, and hated the idea that she was in the class. Once all the students were there, The professor Sam started talking "good morning class. For those of you who don't know I'm Professor Marshfield. If you're wondering who that lovely young woman in the back is, that is Krista she will be our teaching assistant this semester. Krista blushed slightly hearing Sam call her "lovely" and waved at the class. As she looked out she caught the eye of Morgan, who clearly recognized her. Next to Morgan was a guy Krista found very cute, wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and medium length blonde hair. The guy was clearly checking Krista out, and Krista gave a very subtle smile at him. Krista's bladder was starting to get more dire though, and she started swaying her curvy hips back and forth to ease the pressure. "Alright class" Sam the professor continued on. "this class is all about learning the different computer programs needed to forecast the weather." Krista here knows is well and will be helping me out, so these first few classes will just be getting you guys used to it all." As the lecture went on, Krista felt her bladder filling up fast. She wished she could sit down, but was forced to stand up in the back and click through the program. She stood with her legs crossed, helping put some pressure on her bladder, but she kept eyeing the clock and wondering when she can slip away to use the bathroom. She didn't want to embarrass herself on the first day though and start doing a "pee pee dance" in front of everyone, especially not Morgan who knew her history of accidents and bedwetting. Just then something caught Krista's eye, she saw Morgan whisper to the cute guy and another girl next to her and, they all turned to look at Krista. Morgan and the other girl giggled a little, while the guy had a blank expression on his face. Krista felt her stomache sink, worrying that Morgan was gossiping about her she wet her pants back in high school. She definitely had to do her best to keep composed, and tried to tone down her wiggling, but her bladder was starting to become painful. 25 minutes went by and Krista's bathroom needs were getting dire, every few seconds she moved her knee up, or shuffled her hips back and forth, all while she kept her legs tightly crossed. Then Sam finished up his lecture "ok everyone, we're going to give you a chance to play around with the system. We are going to do a sample forecast, just let Krista or myself know if you need any help with anything." Krista then eyes the exit, hoping to run to the bathroom quick before she started to help the class. But immediately, the cute guy next Morgan raised his hand and called out "Hey Krista I could use some help." Krista didn't want to be rude, especially to him and sauntered over. As she walked over, she noticed the guy next to Morgan check out her butt. She definitely didn't mind the attention from him, but realized she needed to keep her potty dance under control until she could use the bathroom, especially if Morgan did tell him about her accidents in high school. The guy turned to Krista "hey i'm Mark, nice to meet you." Krista for a moment forgot about her bladder and locked eyes with Mark and said warmly "nice to meet you, what can I help with?" Mark continued on "so I'm having trouble getting out of this mode?" Krista reached over Mark and grabbed his mouse and clicked a simple setting and said "here, its's just that easy." She said with a smile. But her flirt mood didn't last long, her bladder twinged, and she raised her knee, thankfully shutting down any flow of pee. Mark noticed the awkward movement and asked "are you ok?" Krista was a little embarrassed but tried to play if off cool "Oh, i'm fine" she said with a smile and gently put her hand on Mark's shoulder "Just let me know if you need anything else." As Krista walked off, swaying her hips back and forth, Mark took a glance at her amazing behind again. Morgan caught him looking. She had a crush on Mark herself and didn't like the attention Krista was getting. She leaned over to Mark and whispered "that's the girl thay had accidents and wet the bed in high school." Mark didn't know how to feel about that, he was a little grossed out at the idea, but at the same time felt it was in the past, and looking at her now didn't really care. He just replied to Morgan "oh really" and left it at that. Krista was almost to the door, relief was in her sights, but one girl raised her hand for help and shouted at Krista "hey, could you help me?" Krista winced "fuck" She thought to herself. The student, a pretty blondge girl in yoga pants and a black tank top said "sorry, I am struggling right away" she said with a laugh. Krista was trying to hide her annoyance but said "no problem, that's why I'm here." When Krista reached the blonde girl, standing in front of her computer at the high top table, she crossed her legs tightly and clasped her hands in her lap, gently swaying her hips, doing her best not to jitter around too much. Krista stuggled to pay attention to her question as she described her problem. Krista kept thinking "when can I pee already" hoping to finish with the student quickly before things got really bad. But then, the professor shouted to the room "hey guys, it seems we are all having a similar problem. Krista can you go to the home page in the back and I'll show them what to do." Krista just pursed her lips and nodded as she went to the back of the room. As she started working, she felt a tiny spurt of pee escape her. She bit her lips and slammed her shapely thighs together to stem the flow. She could feel a warmth in the crotch of her panties and body suit. The students all had their eyes on the front of the class. Krista opened up her thighs, and to her horror, saw just a tiny dime sized wet stain on her crotch, right in between the two rows of buttons on her tight khaki pants. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a sheet of paper and held it in front of her crotch. Krista thought to herself "as soon as he is done I'm running to the bathroom no matter what. I'll be okay, no one will notice this small stain right? it has to dry quickly.. I'm ok, I'm ok." In reality, Krista looked like she saw a ghost. Krista was standing with her legs crossed like a pretzel, swaying back and forth, and both hands holding the sheet of paper to cover her small pee statin when she heard Sam call out "Krista can you explain how to calculate the wind speed with this system?" Krista tried her best to compose herself, but stammered as she said from the back of the room "s-ssure. so you umm... have to take this number on the left side... here.. and umm, right click, then g-go to the drop down menu... but just remember .. it's, it's in not the default option." Krista's face turned red as she realized people were giving her strange looks as she presented. As Krista finished explaining what she needed to, she felt a wave of pressure overtake her. She bent over at the waist, then stood up and raised her knee up and inwards, shifting her hips back. Thankfully no more pee escaped, but the class must have noticed her awkward movements by now. Krista thought to herself "ok, I'll be ok. My wet stain will dry in a moment, I'll just rush to the bathroom right now." Krista started quickly walking to the exit, the paper still covering her crotch when she felt someone touch her arm. Krista turned her head, it was the same blonde girl as before. As her attention diverted away from her bladder, she a split second pee rush out of her. She squeezed her thighs together to regain control. Krista could feel the warmth spread across her body suit and pants, now feeling a little wet on her perfect round butt. The blonde girl was oblivious to her plight and said 'sorry to keep bugging you, I'm still having trouble with the wind speed here." Krista just mumbled "mmm hmm" and forced a smile. The blonde girl continued "see I just can't remember the steps" she then saw the paper Krista was holding "oh, is that a list of the steps could I see that?" Krista was in a panic, that sheet of paper was the only thing covering her dignity, and in her mental state, couldn't think of anything and just handed her the paper. The blonde girl took the paper and turned towards her computer. Krista instictively looked down at her pants, and felt the blood rush from her face as she realized her pee stain on her tan pants grew to the size of an orange. The blonde girl let out a shocked "oh" as she saw the stain. Krista was flustered and muttered "it, it's not what it looks like, I, I spilled something, bad spot right?" the blonde girl just bit her lip and tried to suppress a giggle. Krista continued "j-just look that over, I'm sure it will help. Krists tried to cover the stain, putting both hands in front of her crotch, and speed walking to the exit. Krista only made it about 10 steps before she her heard Morgan call out "hey Krista, we could use your help!" Krista pursed her lips "fuck!" she thought to herself "anyone but her." Thinking quickly, Krista turned to face the tables, so her side was facing Morgan, her female friend, and Mark. Morgan was cheerful,but in a fake sort of way and said to Krista "oh my god I haven't seen you in forever! how are you." Krista was doing her best to keep the stain of her crotch hidden, and not release any more. She was leaning over slight with her hands on the high table, and thighs firmly pressed together. Krista gave a quick "I'm good, how can I help you guys?" Morgan said "I'm having trouble highlighting the high pressure system." And she backed away from the keyboard to let Krista in. Krista took a deep breath, she needed to move her hands from her already wet crotch. As she did, Krista felt another split second of warm pee release. She winced as she felt it in her panties and body-suit, praying it didn't make the stain any worse than it alreadywas. As Krista started working at the standing computer, Mark who was next them checked out her butt again. His eyes went wide as he noticed the palm-sized pee stain on her butt. As Krista finished explaining the issue she turned her head around to face the three of them saw Mark starring at her ass. She looked down, and her heart dropped as she realized her butt was wet as well. Morgan and her friend had smiles creep across their faces as they saw her pants. Krista put her hand in front of her butt to block it and turned around, and now realizing the pee stain on her crotch was now the size of a grapefruit. Morgan's mouth opened for a few second and she mumbled "oh my god" and had a slight giggle as she saw the stain. Krista had to fight back tears as she stammered "it-it's not that, I-I swear, I was drinking c-coffee and it spilled." Morgan turned to her friend and gave her a look as to say "can you believe what you're seeing." Krista turned to run out the door, hopefully before the rest of the class realized what was happening. Krista tried to sprint out the door, but didn't realize Sam was there and ran right into him. Sam put an arm on Krista's shoulder and said "oh gosh I'm sorry." The shock of running into Sam was too much. Krista released a strong torrent of warm pee. For 5 seconds Krista could feel it rush out of her. She could feel it run up her butt, crotch and down both of her curvy thighs. As Sam realized her accident he took his hand off of her and took a step back. Krista stood in shock as she realized all eyes were on her. Krista's pants were wet all across her crotch, down both legs to her knees. And maybe most embarrassing of all, her white bodysuit got wet, and a yellow stain on her shirt was seen just above the waistband of her high-waisted pants. Sam gave her a disgusted and raised an eyebrow "Krista are you ok?" Krista just mumbled "i'm fine." Krista's eyes dart around the room, every student is starring at her. Krista just froze in horror as her bladder fully gave way. The room was silent, and the class could hear the hiss of Krista's pee hitting her tan pants. Krista could hear giggles and murmurs as her pants became drenched in urine, soaking both her legs,her butt, even her shirt was wet up above her belly button now because of the snaps at the crotch. Amongst the giggles, Krista heard Morgan call out "oh, sweetie, I didn't know you never outgrew your little problem." Krista had tears starting to form in her eyes and she ran out of the room. Krista got into a singel stall bathroom and saw how bad the damage was. She got out her phone and called her roommate Tina. In a cracked voice she said "Tina, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to come to the bathroom on the third floor near my lab with some of my jeans and a pair of underwear." Tina instantly knew what happened "oh honey, it's going to be ok." She said sympathetically "I'll be right there." Tina knocked on the door and said It's me, Tina." Krista sheepishly opened the door. Tina came into the bathroom with jeans and said "rough day honey?" as she saw her accident. Krista just said "can you help me" as she started pulling off her wet pants. Tina hated to tell her this "Hey, umm, I think you're bodysuit is going to still be pretty noticably wet... and it may make these jeans wet too." Krista realized she was right and felt defeated again. "What do I do" she asked. Tina asked "do you want me to go get you a shirt too?" Krista just wanted this ordeal to be done with. She hated that she asked this "Umm, this is awkward, but what if I wear one of your diapers over the crotch of it, and then I can just hold your purse in front of the wet stain on the shirt?" Tina tucked her hair behind her ear and just said "sure" a little embarrassed about her diaper situation as well. Once changed Krista looked in the mirror and noticed the diaper was creating some awkward bulk around her butt. She asked Tina "how bad is it?" Tina thought it was deinitely noticeable and bulky but didn't want to embarrass her friend more and "you look fine, I'll walk behind you, it will be ok." As soon as they stepped out, Morgan, Mark and their other friend were there. Morgan called out "I'm glad your friend could bring you some dry clothes sweetie." As she and her female friend giggled. Mark seemed sorry for what happened, and didn't like being associated with them, but didn't say anything and starred ahead. Krista and Tina just started walking back to their apartment. As They walked away Morgan noticed Krista's "diaper butt" and whispered to her friend.. "oh my god, I think she's wearing a diaper. I bet her roommate pisses herself too." and they both let out a cackle. Krista and Tina just walked home in shame, hoping to forget about this awful day.

A few weeks ago, me and my wife went to a wedding reception. She wore a beautiful dress, but I guess she didn’t have hear bladder in mind when she wore the incredibly tight shape wear underneath. After a couple hours, she wanted to go home. That was fine by me because we weren’t planning on staying the whole time anyway. She was a bit tipsy, so it was fun watching her smile and laugh and blush super hard while squirming in her seat. She begged me to pull over, but I refused. If you were there and saw her squirming around like that, I don’t think you would have pulled over either. I was super horny by the time we pulled into the driveway. When I unlocked the door, she tried to bolt inside, but I stopped her and began making out with her. We made out all the way to the bathroom. She begged me to let her pee first, and I did. She wrestled with her spandex, but she was figuring a losing battle. She asked me to help, but it was just too hot seeing her desperately trying to rip off her spandex. She fought and fought, but it ultimately beat her, and she wet herself in front of the toilet. I finally helped her take it off, and you can fill in the blanks of how we spent the rest of the night.

I’m sitting out back in my seated hammock and relaxing in the sun. Wearing blue swim board style shorts and a t-shirt. My underwear are striped cotton but inside is a pad. anyway, something pollen-y got in my nose and I started a sneezing fit. It erupted out of me in a surge. I think because I’m seated at an angle with my feet tucked up. By the wet feeling on my bum I can safely assume the pad was overwhelmed. The funny part is that I can’t really tell, probably a spot shows on the outside to anyone looking at the hammock; I’m not sure. But I feel like if I get up then I’ve acknowledged it and must go in and change. But I don’t want to go in yet so I’m just enjoying this moment in the sun, with my wet bum, hoping no packages get delivered for a bit.

Jenny and Sofie were hanging out in Jenny's room when Jenny suddenly brought up a challenge she had heard about. She explained to Sofie that it involved seeing how long she could hold her bladder after 2 liters of water without going to the bathroom. Sofie looked at her friend with a mix of confusion and concern, wondering why anyone would want to do such a thing. Jenny went on to explain that she had heard about the challenge from some friends at school and wanted to try it out for herself. However, as the minutes ticked by, Jenny began to feel the pressure in her bladder growing stronger, as if the weight of the ocean was pressing on her bladder. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to find a more comfortable position before sitting down. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to hold it in. Sofie watched as her friend struggled to hold on, feeling sympathetic for her. She asked Jenny what she needed her to do, and Jenny said "Just time me," she said. "I'm going to see how long I can hold it. if its not over 2 hours there has to be a punishment" Sofie watched the stopwatch, and Jenny took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles. She focused on the ticking of the clock and the sound of her own breathing. She tried to distract herself by thinking about the basketball game and how proud she was of her team for winning. As the seconds ticked by, Jenny felt the pressure in her bladder growing stronger. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer, but she didn't want to give up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jenny couldn't hold it any longer. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Sofie heard the sound of rushing water and knew that Jenny had lost the challenge. When Jenny emerged from the bathroom, she looked defeated. "I couldn't do it," she said. "I had to go." Sofie gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. "Only an hour thirty but it's okay," she said. "You did your best." Jenny sighed. "I know, but now I have to face the punishment." Sofie grinned mischievously. "Well, we'll just have to find some creative solutions then, won't we?" But as Sofie sat there, brainstorming Jenny's punishment, Sofie couldn't help but wonder why anyone would willingly put themselves through such discomfort and embarrassment. She decided to ask Jenny about it. "Why did you want to do this challenge in the first place?" Sofie asked. Jenny shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see if I could do it. And it sounded like a fun challenge." "Your parents are gone for a week right?" "Two weeks actually " "I have an idea for a punishment" I may make more if this is popular enough. I plan for this to have a lot of wetting if but who knows my mind might change. (most of the first part made by ai)

Heya! Just finished up a commission, and wanted to share it with you good last over here at OmoOrg! It's a story based on The Last Of Us' character Ellie, who lives in the post-apocalyptic world where she kicks zombie ass- with the caveat that she was never able to be potty trained, leading to some embarrassing situations. 😉 You can read it here on Wattpad. Warning: Includes (non-explicit) messing. If you are interested in commissioning me for your own story, you can read this post. 🙂

We have desperation, wetting, some nudity, and a blowjob scene. It is inspired by a character and scene from the Star Wars Series Andor. Upon her return to Corouscant, Supervisor Dedra Meero was highly disgraced. She was hesitant to show her face anywhere, especially around the higher ranking officials in the ISB. After what happened on Ferrix, she nearly died and a significant uprising happened on her watch. She was certain that there would be consequences of some kind. She was called to a personal meeting by Major Partagaz, where she knew she’d have to face the music. She was summoned to the conference room where she would have to wait for his arrival, giving her more time to think about how she would defend herself. On top of all this, she was starting to feel a slight need to urinate. She was strong, though. She was too proud to put anything above her devotion to the Empire, and this was nothing. Dedra arrived in the conference room and realized that Major Partagaz wasn’t there. He didn’t say when he’d be there, which was odd. Partagaz was a detail-oriented person, someone who was very precise. He would never be late, and even if he was he’d let someone know how long it would take him to arrive. She stood there waiting about 5 minutes, and her superior still wouldn’t show. She had been nervously pacing around, occasionally pee dancing as well. As her back was turned to the door, it finally opened. However, Major Partagaz wasn’t the one standing in the doorway. The only thing she heard after the opening of the door was that sound. She heard only the most terrifying sound in the whole galaxy and it sent shivers up her spine. The door opened and the sound that filled her ears went, “Pwwwhhhhh, Prrrrrhhhhh” and she knew who was standing behind her. Someone who was more machine than man, but commanded any room he was in. He said her name and she realized that the trouble she was in was more severe than she could ever imagine. “Supervisor Meero…” “Lord Vader….” “I believe it is time you explain yourself.” Now she was really panicking. She was standing before the Emperor’s enforcer, the most powerful figure in the galaxy. Darth Vader was asking her to give him a reason why he should let her live. She had to come up with something, and fast. “Lord Vader, I take full responsibility for what happened on Ferrix. It was I who let them have the funeral for Cassian Andor’s mother on Rix Road. I wanted to lure him into a trap where we could take him alive. I wanted him to be taken into custody so we could make an example out of him. But I was wrong. I…” As she kept going on, her speech became more hurried and frantic. She couldn’t even finish her next sentence. He walked closer and closer to her, and at a certain point, the only thing she could concentrate on was “Pwwwhhhhh, Prrrrrhhhhh” instead of making a plea for her life. She couldn’t even concentrate on her own bladder, as when she was face to face with Darth Vader, a strong spurt of pee forced its way out of her urethra and into her uniform. The good thing was that her pants were black and baggy, so that they would hide her accident to a certain extent. “Your ambition amuses me, but you allowed these people to make a mockery of us.” “Yes, my Lord.” “The Emperor also wishes to know how you survived this ordeal” Another spurt came out. Now she could start to feel the wetness spreading in multiple areas. She did not want to tell him the full details of what happened, because he would certainly kill her on the spot. She explained that she was mobbed by rebels and that Syril Karn, a disgraced officer had rescued her. She told Darth Vader that he was insignificant, a leech who cared only about his own selfish interests rather than the cause. She explained that this was a pathetic man who desperately yearned for her affection and for a way to further his own failing career. She was very tense while saying all of this, which caused serious doubt in the Dark Lord’s mind. He noticed the distress and quivering in her voice, and the occasional movements of her hands towards her private areas. He was having difficulty believing that she was telling him the whole truth. She was nervous for two reasons, the first was that being scared had really increased the pressure on her bladder, and the second being that she in fact hadn’t told the full story. At first, she was repulsed by Syril. She believed that he was a creepy stalker who cared more about getting in her pants than being of service to the Empire. But when she saw what he did for her on Ferrix, everything changed. She was shocked that he cared that much for her. She was getting kicked on the ground, crowded by Rebel attackers and Syril was the one who got her to safety. He took her to the abandoned shop and she realized who saved her. “I should say thank you…” “But you don’t have to.” But she said thank you in a more significant way. She went in and planted a huge kiss on him. He was even stunned by how forcefully she threw herself at him. She loved being in control, and Syril seemed like someone who wanted to submit to her, or to at least let her take the lead. After a long and very passionate kiss, she started to unbuckle his pants. He couldn’t believe it! This was better than anything he imagined. His pants and underwear fell to his ankles and she gripped his cock in her hand. She started stroking him lightly and softly as she felt his small member grow. Dedra looked Syril in the eye very seductively as she licked his penis from base to tip a few times. She stuffed his cock in her mouth very quickly and started blowing him. Syril was now getting sucked off in a war zone, but the chaos outside the doors of the shop distracted everyone from what was really happening. She was determined to empty him out, and she increased the speed at which she moved her head back and forth. Syril was entering euphoria, but it would only last for a few more seconds, as he was about to finish. She was now very forceful as she forcefully gripped his butt cheeks and pulled him into her. That was the final straw as Syril blasted his cum straight in her mouth. With her hands squeezing his bottom, she didn’t lose a single drop. After the two got cleaned up, she promised they left the planet together and once they got to Corouscant, promised they’d see each other again. She said none of that to Lord Vader, but he sensed something was off. He walked even closer to her. She felt his towering presence, and she was really fighting the urge not to flood her pants. This coldness she felt from being face to face with him was something that she hadn’t felt before, it didn’t even exist in the caves of Hoth. “Perhaps this Syril has created weakness in you…” Another quick spurt came out, but she stemmed the flow. Aside from her nether regions, her socks and boots were also now getting damp. “It is not true, my Lord. Finding Andor is all that matters.” He took a step back. He realized that she could still be useful. “No matter. You must be relentless in your pursuit, I expect you not to rest until you have destroyed everyone who would even consider assisting him. You must silence every. last. one.” “Yes, my Lord.” He then turned and walked away from her but stopped as he reached the doorway. She started to feel a pinch around her neck and gripped the table for support. “If you fail me again, if your weakness persists, you will not live to regret it.” He released her and left the room. Finally, the whole ordeal was over. The fear that he had brought in her forced the dam to finally break, and she peed heavily into her pants. A puddle was growing around her feet as she just stood there, her body just giving in. It was a good thing she was alone, she was too proud to let anyone see her like this. The sags in her pants started to collect her urine a bit, which she knew she would have to get out. She let out significantly more than expected and she was fighting to hold back tears looking down at the big yellow puddle around her feet and the soaking wet pants she was wearing. Her socks and boots had filled up a bit too, and she would have to find a place to dump them out. Wetting her pants and the floor didn’t matter anymore, she was just happy to have survived. After cleaning up the floor, she made her way to the bathroom to clean herself up, wringing the last of her output from her heavily stained panties and dumping out any remaining pee from her pants and boots. She collected herself and was ready to head home. Finally being home was such a relief, as she began undressing. A shower was much needed after what had happened. She removed her wet uniform and placed it in the laundry pile. She was now nude and alone with her thoughts as she washed herself. She realized that she needed to be more ruthless than ever before to bring Andor to justice for his crimes. But the other side of her cared more for Syril than finding Andor. How would she ever manage to maintain her resolve? One thing was for sure, she never wanted to hear that sound again. Surely the next time would be the last.

Omorashi is amazing and feels so good but most of my accidents are genuine and I have them 24/7 but it's extremely embarrassing and I always feel guilty for liking something like this am I the only one who feels that way?

Buying Diapers I think the last year of school stressed me out too much; because, now that I've been off, I have been obsessed with omorashi. Last weekend, I had the house to myself; so, I indulged in a lot of desperation and wetting. I probably wet myself about ten times in 48 hours. An unfortunate consequence of omorashi is a lot of laundry. Due to the extensive holding sessions my bladder was pretty tired by the end of the weekend. Originally, I was just going to get underpads, just in case I had a nighttime accident. (I mean, its never happened before, but my bladder is really tired.) So, Sunday night. I decided to get a pack of underpads. However, when I saw the tape type adult diapers at the store, I changed my mind. I live in a small town, so I went to the store later at night, not to run into anyone. Just as I scanned the large pack of adult diapers at the self checkout an employee walked up to me. “do you need any help with anything?” he asked me. I felt my entire face flush as my anxiety was already heightened from what I was buying. Oh God, Is he going to think these are for me? My thoughts began to swirl around my head. What do I say? “uh... no” I felt so ashamed and embarrassed. What if he recognizes me next time I shop there? I tried to act as normal as I could, but I practically ran out of the store with everything I had bought. I was completely blushing from my head to my feet by the time I got to my car. Luckily, I live with someone who is elderly; so, maybe that'll be a good cover. However, (as far as I know) she doesn't used adult diapers so Idk. It's been about a week since I went back to the store. Its really the only one around for miles. A Week of Padded Nights To make things more fun, I decided to punish myself. (Specifically for wetting the bed.) For the next week, I was going to wear diapers every night. Day 1: So that night, I pulled out the first adult diaper. It was soft and cottony. I had only bought goodnites before this; so it was the first time handling a tape type diaper. They were pretty disappointing. I bought a size too big, because I wasn't sure. They fit pretty awkward, I wouldn't wear one in public, but for bed it was fine. I put on a new pair pajamas. They were black classic style pajamas with pink trim with matching shorts. I got a glass of water and went to bed. After dozing in and out of sleep for a few hours, my bladder was bursting so I tried wetting while in bed. For some reason, my body doesn't like peeing while laying down; so, I had to sit up in bed to wet. The diaper held up well and was nice and warm and squishy. I fell asleep and woke up late the next day. Day 2: I slogged through appointments and work, feeling drowsy all day. I decide to double up diapers because I was paranoid it was going to leak and I would have to wash my covers again. OMG. Two of these at the same time is perfect. I feel so small and babyish having the thick bulk of diaper all around me. I fell right asleep and woke up dry. I had to pee when I got up, so I decided to make use of the diaper. Everything was contained in the first diaper. Day 3: I decided to double up diapers again, but this time I read about putting holes through the inner diaper so that they wont leak. Before bed I drank a glass of dandelion tea, because I wanted something more bitter. The tea made my mouth dry so I had some water. I wasn't sleeping too well; so, I took a melatonin gummy. Dozed in and out of sleep like Sunday night. My bladder kept filling up until it couldn't take the pressure anymore. I peed a lot laying in bed. After my bladder was empty, I dozed right off. Again, they held up really well and didn't leak. Day 4: I woke up extremely late. I probably slept about ten to twelve hours. Very soaked. I changed and got ready for work ( I work at three in the afternoon, if that's any indication of how long I slept.) I wanted to take a little break that night from playing with bladder in diapers. However, by the time I got to bed, I was thirsty so I grabbed a glass of water. Woke up dry, but really had to pee. Soaked myself. Fell back asleep. Day 5: All this time, I didn't realize the solution to my poor sleep was to wear diapers to bed. I slept great again. Too great. Slept another ten to twelve hours. Got ready for work. Work has been sucking progressively more. Because of this, I bought some alcoholic libations on my way home to de-stress in an unhealthy but responsible way. Fell asleep. I woke up dry, but had to pee really bad. Got up to go to the bathroom and soaked my diaper in the doorway of my room. I went back to my bed and slept. Again, I slept about ten hours. After I woke up, I was feeling kinda frisky, so I got my vibrator and had some fun. Day 6: Nothing eventful happened. I slept in diapers and woke up. Its beginning to feel more routine. Day 7: Tonight is the last night I'm punishing myself for wetting the bed. I've been drinking a bit tonight, because a friend of mine was back in town. But they just left and now I'm getting kind of sleepy. I need to drink some water, though, because I'm feeling dehydrated...

Rushing into the dimly lit apartment building, Jorden makes a beeline for the elevators in the back. They barely register the greeting from the doorman, too focused on making it home before the liquid in their bladder ends up all over the clean floor. Jorden knows the poor janitor who works for the building wouldn't appreciate the extra work. Jorden wouldn’t be in such a predicament if they weren't asked to stay late at work. One of Jorden's more forgetful co-workers had misplaced one of their tickets, making the books at the end of the day come out short. Issues like these need to be handled before anyone can leave, adding an extra hour onto an already busy night waiting tables. Jorden had needed a bathroom break since mid-shift, but due to being a bit short-staffed, they never got the opportunity. Then the stupid ticket went missing and Jorden had to wait even longer, tapping their foot under the table impatiently. When everything was finally sorted out, Jorden had rushed to the in-house bathrooms, only to find them already locked for the night. While Jorden had been frustrated, they ultimately decided not to make a big fuss about it. They don't live too far from work, so they figured it wouldn't be too much trouble to just hold it until then. It wasn't like they were dying or anything anyway. One traffic-filled drive later, Jorden was regretting their decision to hold it. They didn't pull into their apartment's parking garage until forty-five minutes later. By then, Jorden's need to urinate had gone from annoying to painful. They would have stopped somewhere on the way had there been anywhere to do so. This brings Jorden to the present, where they stiffly speed-walk toward the steel doors of the elevator. They would run, but the pangs from their lower belly advise against it. Simply walking as fast as they are sends waves of discomfort through them, but they really don't want to risk anything by being too slow. They've never wet themself before and they certainly don't want to start today. Jorden gets to the elevator and wastes no time in hitting the up button. They shift from foot to foot, pressing their thighs together and biting their lip. It only takes the elevator ten seconds to arrive at the ground floor, but to Jorden, it feels like a lifetime. It's as if their bladder knows how close they are to a toilet. It's making holding it even more challenging. As soon as the doors open, Jorden rushes in and hits the button labeled with the number seven, where their apartment resides. They frantically hit the 'close door' button afterward, hoping to speed things up. "Hold the elevator, please." Just as the doors had begun to close, a voice calls out from the outside. Jorden looks up and meets the eyes of one of his neighbors. They've seen the man a few times before, usually when he's bitching to the doorman about trash in the hallways. Jorden isn’t a fan of the garbage either but it appears this man is especially irked by it. That and the stuffy, semi-formal way he’s often dressing makes him out to be rather uptight and unapproachable. Therefore, Jorden hasn’t ever had a full conversation with the man. They don’t even know his name, and while they wouldn’t be opposed to finding out that much, now really isn’t the time. Despite the minor guilt Jorden feels at the action, they make no move to stop the elevator doors from closing. Not only do they not care for waiting any longer, but they’re also really not in the mood to make pleasant conversation. The overwhelming pangs from Jorden’s lower belly are taking up enough of their attention. In fact, not only do they not stop the doors from closing, they never stop holding down the ‘close door’ button. Yet it seems like the universe has other plans for Jorden this night. The unnamed man catches the door by putting his hand in the way. The automatic sensor detects something in the way and begins to open once again, much to Jorden’s displeasure. They have to actively hold in the groan as they are joined by the near stranger. It doesn’t help that he gives Jorden a bit of a look, probably guessing that Jorden did little to hold the elevator for him as he requested. Jorden doesn’t wish to gain an enemy with this neighbor, so they give the man a sheepish grin. “Sorry…” The man doesn’t respond, which is fine by Jorden. They move back to allow him to get to the button controls. He hits the five, making Jorden do another mental groan. This means the elevator will stop on the man’s floor before heading to Jorden’s, forcing Jorden to wait even longer. They press their legs together as subtly as possible in preparation. The doors close for real this time and the elevator engine starts with a jolt, beginning to move upwards. Jorden occasionally worries about the old machine. They wonder if their apartment building will ever get it replaced, but it hasn’t caused any real issues yet so- As if on cue, the metal car they both stand in lurches to a halt. It’s such a violent stop that both Jorden and the man are forced to grab onto the side handbars to steady themselves. It’s enough to give them both a good spook, but Jorden is the only one to make a yelping noise. Not necessarily due to the suddenness, but because of what effect the motion had on their bladder. It shakes the water balloon in their stomach, threatening to make them leak in their black work pants. They’re forced to press their legs together even tighter than before, trying to steady the sore and overfilled organ. “What was that?!” the man beside Jorden voices, echoing Jorden’s own thoughts. Jorden looks up to the LED number display towards the top of the elevator, signifying which floor they are on. It reads the number two, but the doors stay firmly shut. Jorden feels their heart sink to the pit of their stomach as they piece together what may have just happened. Surely they aren’t stuck…right? Jorden doesn’t respond to the man, but it doesn’t appear like he was even expecting one. He recollects himself and once again stands without the support of the beam. He reaches past the silently panicking Jorden and hits the ‘open door’ button. Nothing happens. He then tries to hit the button for the second floor, since that’s where they appear to be. Once again, nothing happens. Jorden watches all of it as their anxiety grows. The waves of desperation from their bladder only seem to get stronger as Jorden comes to realize that they really are stuck. “Fuck,” Jorden exhales, pain beginning to make itself known in their voice. The man beside them looks to give them a disapproving glance at the curse word but is distracted by Jorden’s very obvious stance of desperation. They stand with their legs pressed together so tight their muscles shake. They’re slightly bent at the waist, one hand cradling the bulging area below their navel. “Are you…okay?” The man asks, voice still a bit shaken from the elevator lurch. Jordan whines in response, not having the energy left to try and conceal their desperation. They feel as if they’re about to pop any minute now. “What do you think?!” Jordan snaps, not even looking the man in the eyes. They know they shouldn’t be so harsh, but it’s difficult to play nice when they feel like they’re being ripped in half. Even with the stop at the fifth floor, Jorden is still sure they would be in their own apartment by now, blissfully urinating into their toilet. “Uh…sorry?” The man seems a little taken aback. He raises a concerned eyebrow at Jorden, looking them up and down. They look sick, which appears to worry the man. Jorden assumes he’s not too keen on the idea of Jorden throwing up all over the place. The idea is enough to make Jorden snort bitterly. They would honestly rather be trying to keep down their lunch than hold back an entire ocean of piss. “I just,” Jorden starts, but has to shift around desperately for a second. Another wave hits them with such urgency that they squeeze their eyes shut and hold their breath. Their face morphs into that of agony, but slowly goes back to normal as the wave passes. Still, it’s a firm reminder that Jorden’s time is ticking. They don’t know how much more of those they can take. “I really need a piss.” Honesty is the best policy, right? This man doesn’t seem to think so. He makes a face of mild disgust as Jorden’s previous actions begin to make sense. He takes a step back, almost out of caution. As if Jofen is some sort of bomb waiting to go off. They do kind of feel like it. “I…see.” An awkward silence takes over them after that. Jorden focuses all of their attention on keeping their water in. All the while, they can feel the man’s eyes on them, watching their every move with anxiety. It takes another horrible wave for Jorden to break the silence. This is stupid. They’re actually going to hurt themself. “I’m just gonna go in the corner.” Jorden declares, taking another step back from the man. This would be much easier if they were alone, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Yet they only get that one step back before the man is shouting. “What?! You can’t do that!” Genuine horror fills the man’s voice. Jorden looks up at him and can clearly see the disgust in his eyes at the very idea. “Are you crazy?!” Jorden whines again as their bladder doesn’t like being held up arguing. They don’t like the idea of pissing on the floor either, but what are they supposed to do? They’re trapped and it’s not like they can keep holding it. They’ve already been holding it for hours now. The organ in their lower abdomen seems to pang in agreement with Jorden’s thoughts. The floor is perfect, it seems to be screaming. “I seriously can’t hold it,” Jorden responds. Their voice isn’t as loud as the man’s but still just as emotional. “But,” The man starts, obviously intent on arguing the point. Jorden is only half listening, as most of their focus has to be spent on clenching and squeezing. “The floor?! That’s disgusting! It’ll never come out of the carpet, you know!” Glancing down, Jorden takes note of the navy blue carpet beneath their feet. It’s kind of ridiculous to care about some cheap rug more than the health of another person, but Jorden doesn’t bring that up. Instead, they focus on the other crazy aspect of the man’s concern. “Right, ‘cuz this elevator is in such good condition!” Jorden retorts with a heavy dose of sarcasm. Of course this elevator is a piece of shit. If it wasn’t, both of them wouldn’t currently be stuck. It’s a point the man seems to be unable to contradict, as he purses his lips and doesn’t say anything right away. Jorden can tell this man doesn’t really care about the machine he stands in. He is far more worried about being stuck in a confined space with Jorden’s mess. And in a way, Jorden doesn’t blame him. Jorden isn’t thrilled by the idea of being trapped with their own piss puddle either. Especially since they know it won’t be a small one. “Fuck, man…” Jorden says under their breath as another pang hits them. Their hand that’s still on the hand railing clutches it so tight, their knuckles turn white. Jorden can feel tears prickle at the corner of their eyes as they bend forward even further, trying to give the overfilled organ as much room as possible. It’s only at this display that the man appears to grasp the severity of the situation. “Look…I’m sure they already know we’re stuck in here. It shouldn’t be long until they have it working again.” The man tries to comfort Jorden, but Jorden can tell he doesn’t actually know. For all either of them know, they could be in here for two more minutes or two more hours. And in Jorden’s current state, even the two minutes feel like way too long. Jorden hasn’t given up on the idea of going in the corner, but Jorden can now tell it won’t be as easy as they previously hoped. Not only is the man refused to take his eyes off them, but Jorden is sure the man wouldn’t hesitate to verbally complain the whole time if Jorden even began to try again. Not to mention just how humiliating it would really be to pee in front of a man they have to see around practically every day. They both live in the same apartment building, for fuck’s sake! It’s enough to make Jorden genuinely consider trying to hold it like the man wants, despite the screaming from their lower half. Maybe they really can hold it if they just distract themself enough. As if on cue, the man speaks up again, using that same gentle tone of encouragement. “I’m Dionell, by the way…” The man awkwardly introduces himself. “Jorden,” Jorden responds, having to force the word out. They seem to have reached the point of desperation where even speaking sends knives of pain through their bladder. “Nice to meet you, Jorden,” Dionell adds with a forced smile. It does nothing to hide the anxiety behind his eyes. Jorden thinks it’s impossible, but he almost looks like he’s in as much pain as Jorden is. All over the idea of being trapped with a big mess. “You…too?” It comes out more like a question than Jorden intended, but it’s the best they can manage. They never imagined having to make small talk while carrying fifty pounds of piss in their bladder, but here they are. It’s so much on their senses that one of the tears that had been threatening to fall finally does, coasting across Jorden’s left cheek and falling off their chin onto their work shirt. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Dionell. “Is there…anything I can do to help?” Dionell offers. It appears he isn’t a completely selfish asshole, Jorden notes. Yet unless he’s about to drop his whole mess obsession, Jorden doesn’t think there is anything he can do for them. “You got a bottle or somethin’?” Jorden half-jokes. Although they can’t deny that the idea of getting to finally let go is seductive to an intense degree. Even if Jorden is sure the contents of their bladder would overfill any average bottle by far. “I do not,” Dionell responds awkwardly, making a face at the idea. It’s pretty obvious he’s glad he doesn’t have a bottle offer, even though that would be better than the floor to the neat freak. “Then no.” Jorden plainly states, no desire to sugarcoat. Clearly uncomfortable, Dionell brings his left arm up and scratches the back of his neck. His eyes move off Jorden to look at the buttons of the elevator again. His eyes squint as if he’s considering something. Then all of a sudden, his body seems to jolt as he comes to some sort of realization. The hand that was on his neck darts down to the dress pants he’s wearing, delving into his front pocket. There he pulls out a cell phone, a look of mild embarrassment on his face. “I can call the front desk…” Dionell explains sheepishly. Jorden too has to mentally slap themself for not thinking of it sooner. It was just so obvious, but Jorden was far too distracted by their own bladder to think of it. Dionell seems to have been as well, at least until now, a whole five or so minutes later. “Please.” Jorden almost begs. They hadn’t intended it to sound so pathetic but is unable to hide the need in their voice. Luckily, Dionell doesn’t appear to react. He simply unlocks his phone and finds the number for the apartment building. He hits the dial button and holds the phone up to his ear. Jorden is grateful that Dionell will be doing all the talking, but also for the moment of privacy the call gives them. Dionell’s focus is on the phone, his eyes off Jorden and staring ahead at the unopening elevator door. Jorden takes this opportunity to lower the hand over their bladder bulge and slip it in between their legs. They press against their genitals, creating a firm, physical barrier. It does nothing to ease the pain or relieve the need, but it is comforting. Jorden figures this will aid them in preventing anything from leaking out. Dionell straitens out as someone picks up. He quickly starts to explain their situation and how the elevator stopped. He does leave out the part of Jorden being about to piss themself, which Jorden is grateful for. This experience has been embarrassing enough without everyone hearing about it. Jorden can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but Dionell nods as if in agreement. He gives his thanks into the phone before bringing it down and pressing the ‘end call’ button. The entire conversation lasted a minute at most. Jorden hopes this is a good sign. Turning back around to face Jorden, Dionell appears to be about to say something, but something stops the man before any words come out. His eyes start at Jorden’s face but quickly snap downwards as something catches his attention. A look of clear mortification covers his features, confusing Jorden for just a second before they catch on. They were so focused on the outcome of the call that they forgot to remove their hand from between their legs. Now they’re very openly grabbing their intimate area in front of this man they barely know. Jorden’s face mirrors Dionell’s embarrassment, but the worst part is they are unable to take their hand away. If they do, they fear their bladder will seize the opportunity and begin lightening the load into their pants. So despite the shame, Jorden stays firm in their current position. When Dionell realizes Jorden doesn’t intend to correct their inappropriate behavior, he tries to move on and keep attention off it. Dionell breaks his eyes away from the pathetic display and finds himself looking off to the side. Jorden is glad he doesn’t say anything, but the very look on his face makes it pretty clear how horrified Dionell really is. “They uh-” Dionell starts, trying to bring the focus back to the phone call. “They said they’re calling the fire station right now. They should be here in less than ten minutes.” In a way, that’s good news, Jorden thinks. Surely the professionals will be able to free them from this metal prison. Yet even though Dionell assured them ten minutes, Jorden knows it will be much longer than that before they’re free. And even longer still before Jorden is sitting on a blessed toilet, voiding freely. And boy does Jorden wish that’s what they were doing right now. They’d give just about anything to magically jump forward in time, past all the waiting and holding, to be alone in the bathroom. There they would finally get to remove these suffocating pants, fall onto the porcelain throne, and relax the muscles that have worked so hard. They would get to feel their urine jet out from them, falling freely into the water below, draining the pain and suffering from their bladder. Jorden has to stop thinking about it. They got really close to leaking, their mind falling into the fantasy a bit too deeply. Dionell seems to notice Jorden is seriously struggling, so he doesn’t wait for a response from them. Instead, he turns back away from Jorden and leans against the cool of the elevator wall, crossing his arms at his chest. Jorden likes to imagine he did it to give Jorden some privacy to hold without shame, but they’re sure it’s really because Dionell is disgusted by the show Jorden is putting on. Either way, it serves to benefit Jorden, so they don’t complain. The promise was less than ten minutes. Jorden tries to pretend that’s all it will be, lying to their body. They attempt to convince their tired muscles that the wait is almost over; that they can definitely hold it. They repeat this in their head over and over, but it does nothing to calm their racing heart or ease the pressure down below. Jorden leans back and allows their head to bang against the metal backing of the elevator. A part of them wants to accept defeat with the odds stacked against them so much. It really isn’t fair. All they wanted to do was get home and pee. Was that too much to ask for? The only sound in the small space becomes Jorden’s heavy breathing and occasional sniffling. Dionell seems to be ignoring it with all his power, allowing Jorden to try and do the same with the man’s presence altogether. Jorden closes their eyes and tries to pretend they’re alone and allowed to express their misery without an audience. This self-lying is more successful than before, aided by Dionell’s silence. Jorden is able to focus all of their attention on their own body but that may be making things harder. Now there is no distraction from the debilitating fullness that feels to be taking over their entire body. They feel a whole ten tons heavier, being pulled down with an unnatural amount of piss. They had thought they were desperate before when they were in their car, but nothing could compare to this. In their state of complete desperation, Jorden is unsure of how much time is passing. It barely matters to them though. They’re slowly beginning to accept that they’re fighting a losing battle. They barely have the strength to continue to stand upright, let alone walk all the way to their apartment. Even if the elevator were to miraculously start up again right now, Jorden is sure the motion itself would be enough to force the liquid out of them. They whine out at the very thought of release. Despite the horrible embarrassment that would accompany it, Jorden knows it would feel better than anything in the world right now. Jorden’s body, it seems, agrees with them. A trickle forces its way past Jorden’s tired muscles and through the pressure of their squeezing hand. It’s small but serves to terrify Jorden nonetheless. They gasp out and double over, tensing every part of their body in an attempt to stop the flow. They’re able to, but only barely. They can feel the rest of the flood prying at the exit, pushing with a strength Jorden knows they can’t keep back for much longer. Their bladder is just too full. There isn’t anywhere else for it to all go. It has to come out. The gasp Jorden involuntarily let out seems to get Dionell’s attention once again. His head turns subtly to get a look at Jorden through his peripheral vision. It’s like he can’t bare to look at Jorden head-on for fear of what he’ll witness. Jorden’s face darkens with shame as they know Dionell must know the end of the battle is near. Jorden knows it’s not their fault for succumbing to their basic needs, but they also know Dionell doesn’t seem to see it this way. He’s going to be horrified and disgusted and Jorden is going to have to live with that humiliation for the rest of their life; all because they couldn’t hold it for a few more minutes. “Fuck…I,” Jorden starts, the tears making their voice sound crackly. “I can’t hold it.” Dionell may not like the cussing, but the other words Jorden speaks seem to draw more of his attention. He still doesn’t fully turn to Jorden, but this is fine by the desperate soul. At least then Jorden can pretend Dionell doesn’t know exactly what’s going on behind him. “Sure you can,” Dionell responds. His voice gives off an annoyed tone, but there is a hint of doubt in it as well. Jorden thinks Dionell is right to be unsure. They can already feel a second leak creep out of them, trickling down their taunt thighs. Jorden is once again able to cut it off, but with even more effort than the first time. Jorden doesn’t know how many more times they’re going to be able to do it successfully. “No, I really, really can’t.” Jorden retorts firmly. They make sure to add extra emphasis on the second ‘really’, hoping to paint a picture of just how sure they are. Even though Dionell will be convinced soon enough when the entire floor of the elevator becomes soaked. It’s only then that Dionell turns around. He only takes a second to look Jorden over, a look of intense disapproval on his face. He looks to open his mouth to say something, but another noise interrupts him. A ring comes from inside his pocket, drawing both his eyes and Jorden’s downward. They both silently pray it’s an update on the officers coming to save them. Taking his phone out, Dionell answers and places it against his right ear. Only a few seconds pass before Dionell nods and pulls the phone away. He presses a button on the screen and positions the device between himself and Jorden. “How are y’all doin’ in there?” A voice comes through the phone speaker, sounding feminine. Jorden appreciates being able to hear the conversation this time around but dreads having to speak themself. Dionell seems to pick up on this, so he answers for the both of them. “We’re holding out.” Jorden is thankful that Dionell isn’t expecting them to talk to the woman on the phone, but they do wish he wouldn’t use words like ‘holding’. “Happy to hear it! I’m with the local fire department. We’re going to getcha both out safely.” The woman assures, sounding confident and calm. It’s the type of tone that would usually put Jorden at ease. Yet all they feel now is intense pain and anxiety. It must be written all over their face, for Dionell asks a question Jorden is dying to know. “Thank you. How long do you think it’ll be?” Jorden holds their breath, praying to anything listening that they’re about to hear a small time estimate. “It should take us an hour max.” She answers smoothly. It’s said in a way that suggests this is good news, but Jorden sees it very differently. They feel their heart sink into the pit of their stomach. Their face becomes white as their bladder screams inside of them. It pushes against their willpower, threatening to burst them open if they don’t relieve themself this instant. “Please hurry,” Dionell’s words echo what Jorden feels, but they are slowly giving up hope. “We’ll do all we can. Is something the matter?” Dionell’s eyes briefly glance up at Jorden. He seems to debate saying what he’s about to, but ultimately decides to go for it. “There is a bit of a…bathroom emergency,” Dionell explains with as much professionalism as he can. Jorden squeezes their eyes shut, hoping to magically escape this humiliating situation. Ideally winding up in a bathroom. “I see. We’ll get y’all out as soon as we can.” Not at all reassured, Dionell thanks the woman once again and hangs up the phone. Jorden is glad she doesn’t want them both to stay on the line the whole time. If they’re destined to have an accident in front of their neighbor, at least it won’t also be on call with a firefighter. Although Jorden is more than aware that everyone working on the elevator will get to see all of the wet aftermaths as soon as those doors open. With that depressing thought in mind, Jorden whines out loud now that Dionell is the only one who can hear. It makes the man tense up as if he can read Jorden’s mind. They can’t wait an hour. They barely made it the ten minutes. Their bladder is voiding now, whether it has Jorden’s permission or not. Starting as a small trickle, Jorden cringes as they feel the rivulets of piss snake down their legs. It’s not yet enough to show through their pants, but enough to completely soak Jorden’s underwear and genitals. The soggy warmth against their burning skin seems to only entice Jorden’s body further. They think they can stop the stream once more, but what’s the point? Jorden’s overfilled organ won’t hold up another hour. That much is clear. Why suffer through the pain for a losing battle? Jorden is still shyly fighting it, keeping the stream weak and unrelieving. They know the damage has already been done. They know they’re fighting it for no real reason anymore. And yet they can’t seem to bring themself to relax. Their body continues to force the gentle stream out, but the shame is too much to allow Jorden to willingly wet themself. They haven’t done so since childhood. Jorden cries out once more, overwhelmed by the pain and emotions. Even though they are technically peeing, it’s so slow, Jorden feels nothing but agony. They’re so full beyond capacity, this pathetic little stream isn’t even making a dent in all Jorden has to give. Their pants begin to darken and a faint aroma of urine fills the space, but Jorden remains full to the brim. It feels as if they haven’t gone at all, even when a tiny puddle begins to form at their feet. “Oh my…” Dionell reacts from in front of Jorden. It seems he’s finally caught on to the accident taking place. Jorden keeps their eyes shut and refuses to look at the man, knowing they’ll find nothing but anger and disgust. With a final sob of defeat, the force of Jorden’s stream picks up. It’s enough to inform both parties that this is the end. Jorden removes the hand from between their legs to allow an easier escape, but their stream refuses to reach full power. Jorden is unable to relax, so they decide to do the next best thing. They take a deep breath and push with all their might, forcing the stream to strengthen into a full torrent. It hisses audibly as it splashes against the fabric of their work pants. All to die back down to a trickle after a few seconds when Jorden has to breathe again. It took a lot out of them, but for just a second, Jorden was able to feel a hint of pleasure. Even though it was ripped away from them as soon as they stopped pushing. A whine of frustration escapes Jorden as they realize this piss is going to take some work. They take a second deep breath and hold it in. They once again push with every muscle in their abdomen. It reminds Jorden vaguely of giving birth. Just instead of pushing out a baby, Jorden is pushing out gallons of piss from their stretched bladder. The hissing picks up again, this time lasting a bit longer before dying out. Jorden desperately catches their breath so they can start again, now worried about nothing but getting everything out. The puddle at their feet continues to grow at a slow pace. With the help of the carpet, most of Jorden’s water gets absorbed directly below them, preventing the damage from spreading out too far. Regardless, Dionell takes a step back in avoidance. It’s an action Jorden barely notices, too focused on pushing another jet of piss out into their pants. Said article of clothing is completely soaked through at this point. Everything extra added into it only falls right out, creating a pattering sound in partnership with the hissing of liquid. After another deep breath and another push, Jorden’s face is a deep red color. This is both from embarrassment and exertion. Their urethra burns with the force of their relief, but they can’t stop yet. They take a chance by peeking their eyes open, head facing downward. They are instantly met with the sight of pee-soaked pants and darkened carpet. Even worse is the still noticeable bulge right at Jorden’s pants buckle. They’re still so full. The desire to be empty takes center stage in Jorden’s mind. They barely know what that feels like anymore, but they’re not about to stop halfway. They don’t think they could even if they wanted to, so Jorden continues to push jet after jet of piss out of their seemingly endless bladder. They know the thought is ridiculous, but they find themselves wondering if they had made it to the toilet, would they have overflowed it? Jorden is aware that would be impossible, but it sure feels like they’re voiding an inhuman amount. It isn’t until another push later that Jorden finally feels genuine relief. The pleasure courses through them like some sort of reward for all their suffering. The whines and sobs they had been letting out previously transform into soft moans. The pain they had been feeling just a minute before has now turned into the most orgasmic sensation of their life. Not even sex has spread this much elation through their body. A shiver involuntarily shoots up their spine, making their stream sputter and cut out. Their tired muscles finally seem to be cooperating with Jorden, for they only need to gently push to get the urine flowing again. The violent hiss of before eases into a steady flow. Jorden sighs pleasantly as they are finally able to relax and enjoy the sensations going on in their lower bits. It’s only after the final drops drip out of their genitals does Jorden straighten up. They instantly note how much easier it is without the extra pounds resting in their abdomen. There is still a noticeable ache down below from the abuse of holding it so long, but compared to what Jorden was dealing with before, they barely feel it. Jorden’s left hand comes up to rest on the now deflated area of their abdomen, a final sigh escaping them. A part of Jorden wishes this is where their story ends, with finding relief; however, Jorden knows better. They sheepishly glance upward, eyes catching those of Dionell’s. Jorden still needs to deal with the aftermath. “Um…sorry…” Jorden says under their breath. They feel the desire to explain themself, but what’s there to really explain? They simply couldn’t hold back anymore. The thought makes more tears poke at Jorden’s eyes, but they hold them back. Jorden has already made a big enough fool of themself. They don’t need to add any more sobbing to the list. Instead, Jorden sniffs and wipes the leftover tears from their face and eyes. They’re sure their face is red and messy, but Jorden tries not to think about it. “That…okay,” Dionell responds, sounding genuine. It shocks Jorden, making them look at the man with confused eyes. Jorden was sure they were about to get a lecture. The look of clear discomfort on Dionell’s face would make anyone worry. Yet Dionell only swallows awkwardly and avoids looking at the mess down below. “It is?” Jorden asks despite themself. They should just take the win and not push it, but curiosity got the better of them. Now that Jorden is no longer in intense pain, they find themself far more interested in the situation at hand. Dionell shifts uncomfortably at the question. His eyes break away from Jorden’s to look off to the side. It’s clear the man is fighting his desire to react dramatically. Dionell probably wants to throw a massive fit the way he does when there is trash left in the hallways. Despite a puddle of urine being arguably worse, Dionell bites his tongue. Jorden finds it oddly sweet. “Yeah, I mean…could have happened to anyone,” Dionell answers. He still doesn’t look at Jorden, but that’s fine. Jorden finds their lips tugging at a faint smile regardless. The first one they’ve had this whole night. They know they still have to wait up to an hour in this elevator. They know they’ll have to face the firemen with wet pants. They know they’ll likely have to apologize to the janitor for the puddle. But for now, Jorden simply appreciates being understood. “Thanks.”

In Sexy Girls School. After a long class, the teacher couldn't make it to the bathrooms. In total embarrassing situation she leaked a little in her skirts in front of her students.

View File Morning accident Couldn’t get in the bathroom and pissed in some woman’s clothing. It felt great to release. I got off right afterwards. Submitter Aj315 Submitted 05/27/2023 Category Male  

Hello! This is an interactive story that I’ll be writing! In this story, you will have a lover that has chosen to get an implant that allows you to fully control their bladder— with a simple click of a button, you can cause her total incontience, force her to hold it, make it difficult to pee or difficult to hold. On order to start this story, though, I will need her personality. And so, here comes the first decisions: 1. Name 2. personality — stubborn, shy, etc. 3. Bladder size- large, medium, small, tiny, incontient 4. holding habits— fidgeting, holding, pacing, begging/whiny, 5. what makes holding especially harder for her? - hearing water, not holding, drinking, fear, etc. 6. Bedwetter? - nearly every night, 50/50, mostly dry, very rare, never

Oh boy do I have a mammoth story for you guys today I have never had a proper accident in front of people in my life... until today. This is exactly the kind of story that I've been reading from other people on this site for years but the kind of perfect storm of circumstances that I never would have thought really happens... until it happened to me. Let's set the scene. This morning, I woke up significantly earlier than I usually do so I thought perfect, I have even more hours to play with, I'm going to do a big hold and hopefully end up wetting some lovely skinny jeans and film it for all you lovely lovely people on my ManyVids (humble plug 😉). This is unfortunately not how the day turned out although the result was arguably better, even though I wasn't able to film anything. I started by drinking a nice cup of tea and heading out to my local shopping mall. I don't have much privacy in my house which makes omo play a bit of a logistical nightmare, but I digress. For this hold, I planned to drive to my nearest motorway service station (about 25 minutes away) which has showers. I thought that would provide plenty of privacy to film a desperation/wetting video and would be ideal for easy cleanup. I walked around some shops and bought some skinny jeans from a charity shop to wet in, and some cute undies to wear in future videos. While shopping I worked my way through two energy drinks which totalled about 500ml, on top of the previously mentioned cup of tea, as well as about a litre of water. You can see where this is going. I went into the public toilets, not to pee but to change into my peeing clothes. What a concept right? 🤣 Being inches away from a toilet but not letting myself use it was torture, and as soon as I shut the door all my drinks caught up with me at once. My body knew I was out of sight of prying eyes so my bladder spasmed, pee fighting for release so desperately that I had to hold myself tightly with my hand to stave off the flood. I managed to calm down, and changed into the designated wetting jeans I had just bought. I left the shopping mall feeling incredibly full, and still had a 20 minute drive ahead of me. I laid a plastic bag and a towel on the seat of my car as a just-in-case, but this turned out to be a premature omen, it seems. In my haste to leave the mall, I absent-mindedly set up my sat nav but didn't think to check it was actually directing me to the right place... it wasn't. I took a wrong turning, got a bit lost, and ended up adding an extra ten minutes onto my journey. Turns out this was indicative of how the rest of my hold would go. I arrived at the motorway services station absolutely bursting. The extra 10 minutes of the drive had been a bit frantic and now I was at my limit. I gathered up my bag with my clean, dry jeans in and a towel. In hindsight I am so, so glad I had these items 🙏 I stiffly got out of my car and headed towards the building. I felt like I was about to leak as I was walking up the steps, but turns out it was about to get much worse. There was a sign on the door to the service station: Please be advised that the toilets are currently out of service for refurbishment. Apologies for any inconvenience caused. Oh, they were about to find out what kind of inconvenience this caused and then they'll be sorry. I know this is the kind of convenient inconvenience that it feels like would only happen in the movies or in other people's omo stories that have been posted across the internet over the years, and I thought this as well until it happened to me. I didn't think too much of this hurdle because I was heading for the shower, not the toilets. How naïve of me. I only made it a few steps into the lobby when I glanced to the hallway that leads to the toilets and the shower. The entire hallway was blocked by a construction barrier. Now, I would like to preface this next part with a disclaimer that in order to practice this kink ethically, I am strongly opposed to leaving a mess for an unsuspecting somebody else to clean up, when they do not share this kink. It's my hard limit, I don't want to leave a mess. That being said, in this situation, I did not have a choice in the matter. I pissed myself. Not a leak, not a few little spurts, I had absolutely no warning. I just started peeing full force into my jeans, right there in a big open communal space where truck drivers were drinking coffee and chatting. I was in shock, I panicked, I froze. What the fuck do I do?! No matter how much I squeezed all my pelvic muscles I was absolutely powerless to stop the stream. I dashed quickly to a side so I was at least not right in the walkway. Reassured by the fact that my jeans had soaked everything up thus far and there was no puddle on the floor, I pressed on. I made it as far as a big block/pillar thing which I was able to sort of 'hide' behind for some shelter from view, maybe cling on to a tiny shred of dignity. Shop workers in full view of me didn't notice what was going on, I felt like an agent somehow going undetected. I'm sure some of the truck drivers saw the wet streaks down the backs of my legs but I didn't care, maybe they were into it. Right now all I needed to do was find somewhere, anywhere, to piss NOW. Ahead of me, I could see the hallway that led to what was supposed to be toilets. I hobbled, cross-legged, towards the hallway and moved the construction barrier to slip around it. As a last ditch attempt I tried pushing on all the toilet doors (maybe refurbishment hadn't actually started yet?) but every single one was locked. I had no other option. There were two empty mop buckets at the end of the hall. I made a beeline for one and half-squatted over it, draining as much as I could into the seat of my jeans. Some people walked past the other end of the hallway so I stood up as not to be caught in the act, and hid as much as I could behind a tiny outcropping of the wall. I was completely frantically pee dancing at this point, but thankfully nobody saw me. The people walked past and I immediately hopped back into position over the mop bucket. It was incredible to relieve some of the pressure. A man approached the end of the hall with a tentative hand on his rather swollen lower abdomen, clearly looking for the toilets. I quickly stood up and resumed my position behind the wall. I made eye contact with him and shook my head, hopefully with a look of sympathetic resignation on my face. He asked me if there were toilets down here, and I said no. I wonder if he realised what was going on in that moment, that I was leaking into my jeans the whole time he was there. After he left (presumably to go and find a secluded tree or something, lucky sod) I perched over the mop bucket one last time and released some pressure. I didn't want to empty my entire bladder into it, like I said, I strongly disagree with leaving messes for other people. The only mess I left was absolutely critical and completely out of my control. Having freed up enough pressure to function normally, I turned my attention to my soiled clothes. Remember that bag I had with a towel and some dry clothes? That, my friend, was a godsend. I took out the towel and wrapped it around my waist, to shield my dignity because I was in full view of anyone who happened to walk past the end of the hall (which was right by the entrance so yes, lots of people were walking past). I peeled off the soiled skinny jeans (a challenge in itself) and undies. At this moment a member of staff appeared at the end of the hall with a 'wet floor' cone. She thankfully didn't notice me or some any closer, because I was stood there like a deer in headlights, completely nude from the waist down and clutching my panties in my hand. I hurriedly put on my dry clothes and wrapped the wet jeans up in the towel, put everything back in the bag and then booked it back to my car, not looking up or daring to make eye contact with anybody. I was in utter disbelief. I could not believe that had just happened. I drove to the nearest petrol station and used the bathrooms there, taking a moment to process what had just happened to me. As I sit here writing this a couple of hours later, I am still in disbelief. It doesn't feel real. What an experience. Definitely the craziest omo thing to happen to me in my life. The first and only time I have ever wet myself in public, without meaning to. I mean, I've deliberately wet myself in secluded woodland before, but never in a room full of people whether I liked it or not. (Spoiler alert; I did like it. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing as I thought such an experience would be. For the most part, I got away unscathed. Nobody 'caught' me necessarily and anyone who did witness the accident had the decency not to confront me, and I was able to leave the situation in dry clothes. I'm sure if anyone had directly seen/spoken to me or if I'd had to leave in my soggy jeans, I would be feeling very differently about it 🤣)

View File Desperate blonde teen pissing herself twice Desperate cute blonde teen girl wets herself twice in two different outfits, takes off her clothes and masturbates 🤤 Submitter GirlsLovePee Submitted 05/26/2023 Category Female  

On my second vacation day, I completely soaked the sheets. Got a bit tipsy…, need protection.

Hi everyone This story happenned to me two days ago. I am french so my english isn't perfect, if you didn't understand something, please ask me. For the contest, I have a strong ADHD who is never treated because I was diagnosed at 20, so since my childhood I have an executive dysfunction; for absolutely no reason, I do not meet basics needs for hours (eat, drink, sleep and going to the toilet). The dysfunction is more strong when I am hyperfocused on something. And for more fun, I gave birth 9 months ago, I didn't broke my perineum but he weakened a little, so when I sneeze or I'm blowing my nose, I need to cross my leg for not leaking pee in my pant. So, at the evening, I started to play Sims 4 and because I ordered a pizza, I have also taken a bottle of Coca Cola. I drink a lot of Coca while playing on my PC and, because I have a small bladder, I started to feel the need to pee. I hold it for no reason, and because I'm very focused on my game. Few minutes later, I forgot that I needed to pee and I continue to make my little life. An hour and half later, my dog want to go outside (I have a small garden closed). While I was playing, I leak a little pee on my panties, but I didn't noticed and hold it anymore. 30 minutes later, my dog still outside and I can't hear her anymore, so I decide to check if she's always in the garden (she's very runaway and I living in a city). I forgot that I need to pee, remember that. Barely on the balcony, the cold wind ruffle my hair and gives me goosebump, and I feel my bladder was really full. I trying to hold it, but I started to feel something on my legs, and when I head down, I see a little puddle under my feets... A puddle who grows slowely uncontrollaby. I didn't feel that I pee, I just feel the urine runing on my legs and my panties being soaked and hot. I froze a little, and when I finished, I chek if my skirt was wet (he wasn't) and I'm going to my bedroom for change my panties. Because I love omorashi, yes, my accident make me excited but I wanted to play sims 4 already, so I continue my game. When I'm excited, it's more harder to hold my pee, because of my kink I suppose. So when I feel the need to pee for the second time, I hold it but a half hour later, the pee started to leak. I decided to going outside on my balcony again, and sitting behind the fences, and just peeing myself (anyway I needed to take a shower and wearing new panties, so... why not?) I would to record my second accident but I'm too shy for the moment lmao I'm sorry!!

Well well well, after reading about @Shypurincess epic experience of rapid desperation and wetting at the park, I stumbled upon a comment about pee hypnosis that got me curious. But alas, the content I found was as dull as dishwater and didn't do it for me. So being the silly sausage that I am, I got a bit carried away and made my own hypnosis audio using some funky AI techniques. And guess what? It's designed to make you unconsciously leak - how cheeky is that? But hold your horses, uploading audio files to this website ain't that simple. So I took matters into my own hands and uploaded it to SoundCloud. And now, I'm dying to know what you all think of it. Does it work? Does it make you giggle? If it does, I'd be thrilled to whip up a few more with different themes. So, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and search for "Pee Hypno" on SoundCloud or look for "Mycall" - trust me, it's worth it 😜 Here's a link that may or may not work, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. Enjoy the ride, my friends, I'm about to test it myself!

Andrew and Amanda had been dating for about a month now and things were going really good. Both of them were extremely happy as this was the best relationship either of them had in a long time. It was Friday night and they were planning on going out drinking since it was Amanda's 21st birthday. Andrew had just turned 21 the month before. He was also a bit nervous because Amanda had asked him to stay over her apartment tonight as well. He told her he would think about it as they got off of the phone last night. Since the relationship was fairly new, he wasn't sure how to talk to Amanda about his little nighttime problem. He wasn't sure how to tell his girlfriend that he still wets the bed pretty often. He kept thinking and thinking but still couldn't come up with enough courage to tell her that he was still a bedwetter, something he dealt with his entire life. Even more embarrassing is the fact that he still peed in his pants sometimes during the day too. Luckily he never had an accident in front of Amanda. Luckily his daytime accidents were not as frequent as his bedwetting accidents. He kept thinking about how to tell her about his bladder problems as he was finishing up his work. It was almost 5:00 and he was ready to get this Friday started. Amanda had taken the day off of work for her birthday and she spent the day cleaning up her apartment. She was anticipating Andrew staying the night, or at least she was hoping that he would. She continued to clean the kitchen when all of a sudden she had a bladder spasm and leaked a little bit into her panties. She ran to the bathroom but she was peeing full force by the time she got there, pee running down her legs and soaking her pajama pants and socks. "Damn, I didn't make it in time," she mumbled, staring at the puddle of pee on the bathroom floor. Her panty liner couldn't hold a full accident. Amanda got undressed, put her wet clothes in the hamper, tossed the wet panty liner in the trash and then cleaned thr floor. She jumped in the shower and started to get ready since Andrew was getting off work soon. As she showered her thoughts ran wild too. She was wondering how to tell Andrew about her bladder problems. Her bladder was extremely overactive and she had accidents sometimes. She was a chronic bedwetter as a kid and she still wet the bed sometimes too. She wondered if Andrew would notice the mattress protector that was on her bed. Once Andrew clocked out he left work and headed home. Once he was there he finished packing his bag just in case he did decide to stay at Amanda's place. He made sure to pack extra clothes, including extra underwear, just in case. He also packed two pairs of pajamas and he packed a few pairs of his overnight pull-ups in the other compartment of his bag. He wasn't sure if he would have the courage to wear a pull-up diaper to bed with his new girlfriend. He thought maybe he would just stay awake all night so there would be no risk of having an accident. As he was thinking and zipping up his bag his phone rang. He answered it, "Hey babe. I was just finishing up getting ready. I'm about to leave and head over. Once I get to your place we can get a taxi to the bar. See you soon," he said as he hung up the phone. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door.